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Chapter 44 Heart is Reason

Chapter 44 The heart is reason

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Chapter 44 The heart is reason

"Heart is reason"

When Wang Shouren heard these three words, he felt as if he was struck by lightning, and as if a big Honglu bell was ringing in his mind, and endless confusion flashed in his eyes.

The heart is reason?

It turns out it's that simple.

In a trance, he seemed to see himself squatting next to bamboos for seven days in order to understand things, and finally fell ill.

It was as if I saw myself who was meditating hard every day in order to explore what reason is.

Where is the reason?

What is reason?

These questions seem to have answers at this moment. The way of the sages of heaven and earth does not exist in all things, nor does it need to exist in all things.

Reason is not in the bamboo, nor can it exist in the bamboo. Reason is only in the heart.

Heaven and man are one, nature and man are one and the same. Since principle is the way of heaven, why can't it be the human heart?

Move according to your heart, do whatever you want, the heart is the principle.

Master Zhu said that the principles of nature should be followed to eliminate human desires.

No!

Why should we keep the laws of heaven and get rid of human desires?

The law of heaven is the desire of man!

"Hahaha"

After thinking about this, Wang Shouren burst out laughing again without any warning, his eyes became wet with laughter.

Wu Dongjia and shopkeeper Chen Chu stood by and looked at each other. What happened?

Just because he heard these three simple words, this person seemed to go crazy.

Xia Yuan stood next to him with a complex expression. At this time, Great Sage Wang gave people a contradictory feeling, and his whole body was filled with an extremely strange sense of emptiness and satisfaction.

Xia Yuan can say without exaggeration that this feeling has occurred to him, more than once.

Just after the hand rush.

It turned out that at that moment, I actually reached the state of a sage.

No wonder it is said to be the time of wise men.

He felt like he had realized what he was doing!

What is this? Look at this man who is laughing crazily.

Although Xia Yuan knew that Wang Shouren was not crazy, he just smiled exaggeratedly like last time, but he still wanted to say that this was not the same as the saint I imagined.

Seven years later, Wang Yangming angered the powerful eunuch Liu Jin and was punished forty times. He was demoted to Longchang as a postmaster, and his father Wang Hua was also expelled from the capital.

What kind of place is Longchang? It is a real wilderness. From a military officer to a low-ranking official in a wilderness, Liu Jin refused to let him go and even sent killers to hunt him down.

He implicated his father, experienced life and death on the run, experienced ups and downs in life, and finally became Mr. Yangming, who listened to thunder in a silent place and raised his heart to remain unmoved.

Finally, in the place called Longchang, he became enlightened and became a saint, becoming an existence that can be compared with Confucius and Mencius, and will be immortal forever.

But now, Wang Shouren is not that saint Wang, not even Wang Yangming.

It would have to wait until next year, the fifteenth year of Hongzhi, for Wang Yangming to be associated with him. In this year, Wang Shouren's lung disease relapsed and he returned to his hometown of Yuyao to recuperate.

This time when he returns home, he will meditate in Yangming Cave in Kuaiji Mountain, practice the art of guidance, and then give himself the nickname that is destined to be resounded all over the world in the future - Yangming.

It is now the fourteenth year of Hongzhi. Wang Shouren is not Wang Yangming, let alone Wang Sage. He is far from the open-minded and indifferent he will be a few years later, and he cannot take everything calmly.

So he would use an almost maniacal laugh to vent his emotions at this time, in order to declare that his years of research and years of questions were satisfied at this moment.

After staring at Wang Shouren for a while, Xia Yuan came to the conclusion that this guy might have to laugh for a long time, so he turned to the owner and shopkeeper and said: "Let's ignore him, count the words, and settle the money. I have to go back."

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In an attic of the Hanlin Academy, at a glance, dozens of people were sitting here. There was a desk in front of each person, and on top of the desk was a sealed document.

This is the paper for this year's Beizhili Township Examination. It has been copied anonymously and renumbered, and these officials in green robes are the marking officers.

Of course, they also have another identity, Hanlin.

In the eyes of the world, Hanlin is a dignitary in the court. Once you are elected as a Hanlin and enter the Hanlin Academy, it means you have a great future.

But in fact, the Imperial Academy of the Ming Dynasty was also divided into grades. The upper-class ones, such as the Shujishi, did have a great future. They were the future pillars of the court and the reserve team of the Ming Dynasty courtiers.

But ordinary junior Hanlin officials like these have a far-fetched future. They are promoted slowly and have no career prospects. They are either copying or copying all day long. They cannot even accumulate political achievements, and their prospects for promotion are extremely slim.

Those who are even more unlucky will be transferred to Nanjing Yingtianfu in the middle of their work, and their hope will be completely lost.

Not only that, whenever there was an imperial examination, these Hanlin officers would be captured and sit in this hall to mark the candidates' papers.

"Although it is a provincial examination, it is also a matter of great importance and there is no room for sloppiness. All gentlemen, please keep your spirits up."

The speaker was an old man in his sixties, sitting in the middle of the attic.

His name is Li Min. This name may not be very famous in later generations. It even took a while to search on the Internet, but this old man was the number one scholar in Chenghua for 20 years. Now he is Zuo Chunfang and Zuo Yude, who lectures for the East Palace.

At the same time, he also has another identity, the examiner of this year's Shuntianfu Township Examination. He has a colleague named Wang Hua, who is also a lecturer in Donggong, and is the examiner of this year's Yingtianfu Township Examination.

After the provincial examination ended, Li Min personally appointed dozens of people from the Hanlin Academy to serve as marking officers and began marking papers for several days.

An envelope of papers written anonymously will be read over by the marking officers first, and the best papers will be screened out and finally sent to his desk for review and ranking.

It's just that this year there are really few so-called excellent papers. In previous years, the examiner was the busiest person, but this year Li Min seems to be quite leisurely and has time to cheer others up.

Of course he knew the reason, after all, he was the one who asked this question this year.

"It's nothing inappropriate."

Picking up the tea cup next to him and taking a sip, Li Min looked at the papers on the paperwork, smacked his lips and muttered to himself: "It seems that this question was asked correctly, and it stumped a large number of students."

"The question is not difficult, but many students are hesitant and do not dare to think about Mencius, so this solution is probably a wrong approach."

At this time, a Hanlin came forward with a paper in his hand and said, "Li Yude, take a look at this paper. I think it is excellent. It can be said to be the best one I have ever read."

"Let me take a look."

Li Min reached out to take it and read it word by word very carefully. After a long time, he had finished reading the eight-part essay of nearly a thousand words.

He put down the paper and asked Hanlin: "If I remember correctly, the son of Mr. Xie can also participate in the provincial examination of Shuntian Prefecture this year, right?"

"That seems to be the case."

"Xie Gong was the number one scholar in the eleventh year of the late Emperor's Chenghua. His son is naturally from a family background. I guess that this paper was probably written by Xie Gong's son. It is normal for you to think it is excellent."

After saying that, Li Min smiled, put the paper in the empty space of his desk, and then continued: "Go back and read it again. If there is nothing better than this one, I will mark this paper as the Shuntianfu Township Examination this year."

First."
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